I don’t measure fiction by the same aesthetic metrics as James Wood, but I read him, even when his judgments rankle. Any impassioned Wood critique is far superior to a hundred courteous hand-clappings. It’s especially interesting to see Wood building, in the latest New Yorker, on the grudgingly admiring essay about J.M. Coetzee’s Disgrace (“a very good novel, almost too . . .
Art depicting four Biblical events as if captured on Google Earth highlights their awesomeness and improbability. (Via.)
What’s Not to Love?, based on Jonathan Ames’ memoir, will air on Showtime this week.
BBC Radio 1 has cut “slut” and “faggot” from the Pogues’ Xmas tune, “Fairytale of New York.”
In 2004, Katherine Lanpher gave up her radio gig in Minneapolis and moved to Manhattan to serve as co-host of The Al Franken Show. A year and a half later she quit the show to write Leap Days, a memoir about leaving behind the life she knew and making a home in New York City. Nowadays, among other things, she . . .